>Ask the two men to stop being so loud.

>>998168
I suppose being noticed wasn't avoidable

>Tell the two men to stop being so loud
Also violence is bad mmkay?

>>998168
>[ ] Pet fluffy wolf.

>>998196
>>998230
>>998267

Do both if we can.

Tell them to be quiet while petting the wolf

>>998168
voting>>998292

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Really, I have already read one quest about an autistic goat girl, though this one promises something totally different. Nonetheless, my experience with autistic goat girls is 100% positive.

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You put your bucket on the grass and touch Ashtia’s fur, because she’s fluffy. She doesn’t seem to mind.

It’s hard to think when there’s so much noise, though. The peace and calm of the river was so much nicer…

“Sto~p,” you say. “No shouting allowed.”

Oh, they already stopped. Because they finally noticed you, and are staring.

Mmmmmnnn, you didn’t think this far. What do you do now…

The older gray-haired man looks at the wolf, then at you petting her. “Hey, girly! Sick the wolf on these idiots and I’ll give you twelve silver!”

Silver? Silver... Cakes. Shovels. Cats. Nnnnn...

“- dragging an outsider into thi- !”

“- ‘s called having coin, nitwit- !”

Oh. Coins. You want shoes and things, but you don’t have any money. But he’s asking for Ashtia to do something. You haven’t really asked Ashtia to do things, she just kinda follows you.


>

[ ] Nnnnah. This doesn’t really concern you.
[ ] ‘Kay. Ask the angry people nicely to go away.
[ ] Tell the angry people to go away.
[ ] Shovel diplomacy.

>>998348
>[X] ‘Kay. Ask the angry people nicely to go away.

>>998348
>[ ] Nnnnah. This doesn’t really concern you.
I don't mind being a patsy but Ashtia isn't really Baphy's to command

>Nnnnah. This doesn’t really concern you.

Just ask them not to be loud as they settle their problem.

>Shovel diplomacy.

kek, we can always resort to this

>>998348
Just want to say I love your writing style. I don't think I've ever seen anyone do second person unreliable narration in a quest before but it really lends a disjointed feeling to the whole thing I would expect from someone autistic. The monologue bit from the first thread where Baphy struggles to put a name to what she was feeling as she buries the fallen druid was especially powerful; not ashamed to say I was a little misty eyed after that.

>>998399

I will agree with this anon, said much better than I can put it.

>>998348
> Kay
I'm assuming this is the option for trying to make the doggo vomit in them. Probably a bit uncomfortable for it but sometimes you gotta take a hit for the team. Mama needs a new pair of shoes.

>>998348
>[ ] Nnnnah. This doesn’t really concern you.
Ashtia is probably sentient and much smarter than we are. If she thought attacking was appropriate she would have done it already.

>>998399

(Thanks man. Means a lot to hear, because this is pretty damn experimental for me so I'm always worried about if the tone and style is fitting, or if I'm being too vague on details for the sake of Autistic 4.)

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You face the big man with the crossbow. “Go away please.”

“...No?” He looks at you. “Just- Stay outta this, wildblud.”

You tilt your head a bit, thinking. “‘Kay.” You sit on the ground, the grass tickling your thighs. Ashtia lays down next to you.

For a moment, nobody seems to know what to make of what happened. Then the two men seem to come to a silent agreement that the two of you aren’t there.

Of course, that’s all they agree on.

“Last time, Mertens. Leave yer wagon.”

“Shut up and shoot,” the older man responds. “Go on! Get on with it!”

With a thudding twang the crossbow bolt flies through the air. The gray-haired man steps to the side and the bolt hits him in the left shoulder. He flinches but otherwise loses none of his vigor, drawing his sword with his uninjured arm and crying out angrily.

Then everyone else is moving, weapons drawn and looking for blood. The wagon’s guardsmen and guardswoman wield swords and sport light leather armor, while the other side is a lot more patchwork. The bigger man has the only shooting weapon in the fight, but though his crossbow doesn’t look that big it still takes him time to load it again.

In that time the older man charges him, forcing the crossbow out of the fight and making the big guy draw a woodcutter’s axe.

You take the last red fruit out of your bucket and bite into it. Ashtia makes a sound when one of the angry people on the big man’s side strays close. You put the fruit down, pick up your shovel and hit him on the head very hard. Then you sit back down.

This one seems sweeter than the others. Does that mean it’s more or less ripe?

>>998488

When you’re paying attention again, that is after finishing your fruit, you realise the side with more people lost. That seems weird, but you don’t question it.

You watch the big man and his friends run off the opposite side of the road into the distance. Apparently nobody was actually trying to kill each other, but you think there’s some severe injuries on either side. Lots of blood, too.

One of the guardsmen seems to have a broken leg. He’s sitting on the ground, being bandaged by his friend. The gray-haired man looks at you, breathing heavily.

“You-” he starts, but then pauses. He seems to think about something, then straightens up, sighs, and gives you a wry grin.

“Enjoy the show, girly?”


>

[ ] Kinda.
[ ] You don’t know where you are. Directions?
[ ] What’s in the wagon?
[ ] (write-in?)

>>998498

>What’s in the wagon?

Got any shoes?

>>998498
>[x] What’s in the wagon?
Girl's clueless about that sort.

>>998498
>[X] What’s in the wagon?
also>>998501 shoes

>>998498
This >>998501

>>998498
>wagon

Also glad we were able to bonk someone.

“Do you have shoes?”

He blinks, then looks at his feet. “Uh, yes?”

“Can I have them?”

He looks at you, then at your feet, then lets out a short, barking laugh. “No, girly. And I don’t have any other pairs, before you ask. Try the leatherworker at Wervik, or the other traders.”

You don’t know what a Wervik is. You pick yourself up, brushing the blades of grass off your legs, then point and ask. “What’s in the wagon?”

“Mostly cotton, from Antwerp. Great big farm, but the place hasn’t even got a loom.”

Cotton sounds fluffy, but you already have a wolf.

You can’t think of another direction so you end up following the old merchant and his wagon to Wervik, which is apparently a town about a day’s travel along the road north. Being tired and wounded from their recent fight they only go for another few hours before setting up camp in the late afternoon, deciding to spend the rest of the day on first aid and rest.


>

[ ] Talk to the merchant (about Wervik / making money / write-in?)
[ ] The guardswoman is setting up a campfire and doing stuff. Go pester her.
[ ] The forest is still relatively nearby. Wander off.

>>998602
>The guardswoman is setting up a campfire and doing stuff. Go pester her.

>>998602
>[X] The guardswoman is setting up a campfire and doing stuff. Go pester her.

>>998602
>Guardlady

>>998602
>[ ] The guardswoman is setting up a campfire and doing stuff. Go pester her.
Ask why she dresses like a boy and if she has any tiddies under her armor.

We need to see Wervik about some shoes but i'll go with the others and pester the guard lady first.

>The guardswoman is setting up a campfire and doing stuff. Go pester her.

The old merchant, who told you his name was Udo Mertens, is helping with taking and setting up tents from his wagon while the injured man rests on a nearby log. The guardswoman has found flat dirt ground and has placed a ring of stones on it, and is now gathering tinder for a fire.

She looks young, though you’re not very good with ages. She’s also not completely human like the others - her features are lithe, her skin tinged a pale violet. Smooth but short black hair frames her face, and her eyes are bright green.

You decide to pester her for no particular reason.

“Hi.”

The woman smiles a little nervously. You’re not sure if that’s because Ashtia is sniffing her.

“Hello. Umm, was it Baphy?”

You nod.

“I’m Claritia,” she says. “Ah, did you want something?”

“I’m bored.”

Claritia pauses, seemingly unsure. People do that a lot around you for some reason.

“... I’m about to go look for phirin fruit. You could help if you want.”

“Phirin?”

“Oh, for the bandages. They help with wounds and pain.”


> Foraging: Roll 1d100, DC70.

Rolls are pretty much always 1d100 best of 3, with criticals overriding. I try to take into account degrees of success.

Traits are applied as bonuses - each rank of a trait is +5. Traits can only stack with those from a different category (character+skill, but not skill+skill).

I think the only applicable trait here is Druidic Lore 1.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>998748

>>998774
god damn

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>>998686
Pic related.

>>998774
Nice roll anon

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>>998774

(... I don't know what I'm even supposed to do with this.)

>>998789
We gain ALL THE FRUITS

>>998789

God tier foraging skills.

Rolled 61, 68 = 129 (2d100)

>>998774
I guess I'll just flex a bit

>>998781
What?
Those are perfectly reasonable questions for a little autistic girl to ask.

>>998851
No anon. I don't think that a little autistic isolated goat girl will ask about someone's "tiddies".

>>998789
Just success with bonus

or

gain a bonus modifier for future rolls

>>998774

I expected no less from Baphy

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujZyTmIeYs0

Clari leads you and Ashtia west to the forest, which is about an hour away. You’re carrying your shovel and bucket, as always, and for the most part stay quiet. Some questions do come to mind, though.

“Why are you purple?”

Her reaction is more surprised than expected, and kinda funny. You have to wait a moment for her to gather herself.

She tells you she’s half-fae, on her mother’s side. Which of course makes you ask what that means.

“Not all that much, actually. I think my fairy blood is kinda weak,” Clari answers, scratching her cheek. “And fae are really rare, so I don’t know anyone else like me. Though, mum was really good at illusions; making people see, hear, smell things. I can kinda do what she does, but not nearly as well.”

“Can you show me?”

She tells you she’s tired, then changes the subject.

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>>998961

You’ve reached the forest. Ashtia pokes you in the side with her snout, then pads off to menace more poor animals.

Clari tells you that the phirin fruits you’re looking for grow on vines that climb up tree trunks, and are small, bumpy and yellow. The two of you stay at the outer edges where the trees are sparse, but don’t find anything.

So you walk a bit deeper in. The half-fae woman doesn’t want to stay when night falls and it’s growing close to evening, but neither of you want to go back empty-handed.

Then you find what you’re looking for - bright yellow teardrop-shaped little fruits lining a thick vine that spirals up a tall tree.

Clari frowns, looking up. “Guess we can only get a few. It doesn’t look easy to climb, and I’m still sore from earlier.” She turns to you. “Do you think you can try to pull some down?” She asks, gesturing to your shovel.

You aren’t really paying attention to her words, though. Instead you’re thinking about the sound in your ears.

You put your bucket and shovel down then stand up. You close your eyes, listening.

A tune, windy and woody, hollow and full.

Something in perfect accord with the rustling of leaves, the breeze between the trees, the tiniest steps, flaps, and squeaks of the things that live. A quiet harmony, which your breath and heartbeat joins.

You start humming with it. Slowly, letting your voice entwine with the tune.

The serene melody grows with you, and the forest sways with your song.

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>>998977

When you open your eyes there’s a bunch of vines resting on the ground in front of you with the phirin fruits still attached. Around a dozen of them, you think. Claritia lets out a squeak, staring, though not entirely because of what you did.

There’s a small girl, half of even your short height, standing to your left and staring at you.

“You have a nice voice,” she says, her voice soft and clear like a bell.


> ???: Roll 1d100, best of 3.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>998989

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>998989
Hopefully we can have another good roll

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>>999058
oh boi!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>999058
Like that one?

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>998989

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Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmYZ2JCiJsg

You look at the diminuitive girl. At her soft brown hair, her innocent, sleepy yellow eyes, her gossamer dress and wings.

“Thanks,” you remember to say.

“Are you going to sing again?”

You tilt your head, a bit puzzled. You can still hear the humming around you.

It was fun, so you do it again.

You sing, wordlessly. You let your thoughts, your heart dictate.

You sing about leaving a lonely darkness. You sing about being unsure, about not knowing your way.

You sing about loss. About the strength it takes to move on.

You sing about a wide, open world. About a land that lives. About vibrant grasslands, sparkling rivers, dancing trees.

You sing about the wind at your back, and about tomorrow.

When your song finishes you feel exhausted, but alive.

The fairy sung with you. She seems to have enjoyed herself, smiling brightly.

“Okay. I’m coming with you!”

You walk through dusk back to the camp with a vine of phirin fruits wrapped around you like a scarf, a little fairy girl riding a big brown wolf at your side, and one very, very confused purple lady.

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I'll leave it at that today. I'll be back tomorrow or the day after, not totally sure.

As always do tell me what you thought, and what you want to see more of. I have no idea what I'm doing - the point of my running this quest is to go in very unprepared and just work off the dice and what you guys say, so all comments are appreciated!

>>999184
good night and thanks for running!

>>999166
yay a faerie friend.
maybe she can help Claritia get in touch with her heritage.
maybe Claritia can join us as we go on whimsical adventures and give us a piggyback ride until we get some shoes.

>>999184
Sleep tight little goat girl.

>>999184
for something done totally off the cuff it seems nice and coherent!

I like the whimsy of it

>>999184
Sweet Jesus man this is a nice quest. You should get a twitter or a discord for updates if you are gonna commit to this, cause this has been great so far.

>>999184
Alright, this quest is so pure that I can't take it. Could we maybe have someone in the group with a caravan have a crafting hobby or have Goat meet a weaver so that she has a time passer?

Also, I can't wait for us to meet a gentle giant type character who can be party tank.

>>1001442
I'm hoping maybe Claritia will join us, since we can help her find her fae heritage.

Tief quest needs updates. ;_;

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Sup. The adventure continues in 14 hours, in this thread - tune in then!

Really am glad to hear people are enjoying the quest. I do have a twitter: @boxofmithril. Thing is I use it for another quest, so you'll end up seeing tweets for that as well.

A tidbit - for phirin fruits, 'enjoys being sung to' was actually a part of what RNG gave me. That's... probably one of the main inspirations for why things turned out the way they did. Also, when I was searching for forest images a dryad popped up, then when I searched for dryad images a fairy popped up. So that's why that happened.

I really did not expect so much NATURE. Makes me think about how different things would have turned out if Baphy looked for a village first instead of wandering into the forest.

I also want to note that I'm being wary of adding more companions. The fairy was very out of nowhere, and I won't hand you a loli for every natural crit. I don't intend to turn this into Baphy's Roaming Circus Quest.
Though, when I type it out like that it sounds like it'd be kinda fun.

>>1004234
While I'm here, have an appropriate theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH3BpmtywJU

On that subject, raise your hand if you actually listen to these, and raise your other hand if you think I should keep posting them.

Then raise your other hand if you know more fantasy music channels, then tell me them.

>>1004247
Took a break from fascist podcasts. Not disappointed. Prefer some of the norse folky shit that has come out, but this is ok

>>1004234
I'm glad you're glad.
>I won't hand you a loli for every natural crit.

Sad!

>>1004247
Two hands up but I haven't seen any other channels that have fantasy music. If I'm ever in the need to listen to any I just search for {Generic Fantasy Race} Songs/music. It generally works out and gives me a compilation of what ever.

>>1004247
I like them and do listen when reading/browsing

for medieval sounding music there's a network of composers' channels. brandon fiechter is one of them and from there you should be able to find the others

This seems really whimsical. It'll be nice to play something other than the snarky diplomancer that everyone has in every Quest ever.

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Night’s falling when your little group reaches the camp, finding the uninjured guardsman sitting on a small boulder waiting. He’s examining his steel sword while holding a gray cloth rag, and puts both away when he notices the four of you approach.

“Bit longer than expected. Something happen-”

His attention is quickly drawn to the little fairy girl riding Ashtia.

“Long lost relative, Claritia?”

“No, Mac. No,” the half-fae woman replies, sighing.

“Hm. Guess she ain’t purple, anyway. Why’s she riding the wolf?”

The fairy puffs up. “My name is Lulette, and this is my noble steed!”

Noble steed makes a dismissive chuffing noise.

“... Yes.” The young man pauses, glancing over his shoulder at the merchant and the other guardsman by the campfire. “Well, I won’t complain, at least. So long as she doesn’t decide to swap out parts of my face or something.”

Lulette smiles innocently, then fades into invisibility. The guardsman surreptitiously places a palm over his nose, just in case.


> Wervik isn’t too far. What does Baphy do during the trip?

[ ] Get them to show and teach you how to use phirin fruits.
[ ] Join Ashtia in hunting.
[ ] Pester Udo with questions (write-in?)

>>1005358
[ ] Get them to show and teach you how to use phirin fruits.

They're really cool 'n stuff, c'mon, show me!

>>1005358
>Join Ashtia in hunting.
You need to eat something else. Ask what the red fruit you were eating are called, and if there's other edible berries.

>>1005358
This has been bugging me for a while but
>Great big farm, but the place hasn’t even got a loom.”
Does that mean it's got a loon?

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>>1005391
They make cotton, not tissue.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1005361
>>1005382

(I think these are somewhat exclusive, so I'll just roll.)

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlNfd2Mh-f4

You don’t have a tent and don’t really care for one, so you fall asleep on the ground curled up next to Ashtia.

All of you wake up early next morning, and are greeted by the colours of the world looking different from the day before. The ground is yellow, the sky is a soft gradient pink to green; the condition persists until Ashtia appears holding a giggling Lulette in her mouth.

According to Clari, Lulette is very well-behaved for a fairy. “We woke up at the same place we slept with everything intact, after all.” You wonder what the young woman’s childhood was like.

They give you some bread to eat before setting off. It’s chewy.

The trip is a little dull, but the morning breeze is nice and cool so you don’t mind. Udo pulls his horse to a stop a few hours in.

Claritia cuts off two phirin fruits from your vine. She took two last night as well, and leaves the rest for you to keep. She hands the two fruits to the uninjured guardsman.

His name is Macarius, and apparently his father works as an alchemist in a nearby city or something. You don’t really pay attention.

You do pay attention when he cuts open one of the small yellow fruits with a dagger and picks out the small seeds. He then slices the fruit up and places them in a mortar and pestle, grinding them into paste. It looks kinda tasty, but he says they’re just bitter and numbing.

With the dagger he spreads a thin layer of the yellow mush onto a cloth bandage, which he uses to wrap up his injured friend’s leg. Then he does the same thing for the gray-haired merchant’s shoulder, swapping out the older man’s blood-soaked bandage.

>>1005478

You take your bottle of clear liquid from your bucket and show it to Macarius.

“See how it’s a little blueish-green when you do this?” He says, holding the bottle up to the sunlight and pointing. “It’s Melfam’s solvent. Mixes with most plants and can concentrate their effects for pastes and potions. Even a little bit is useful.”

He says your small bottle of the stuff would cost around ten silver, not counting the cost of the small glass bottle. You don’t really know how much ten silver is, though he tells you it’s a lot if you’re not a merchant or a skilled tradesman.

You also show Udo your shiny rock.

“It’s a rock,” he tells you.

“A shiny rock.”

He concedes on the shiny point, leaving you triumphant.

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>>1005487

It’s afternoon when you start to see smoke from chimneys and triangular thatched roofs of stone and timber homes. Wervik is without walls and feels almost more like a village than a town, except for all the people crowding its streets.

It’s busy, and its song is the shouts of tradesmen touting their wares, the hundreds of feet against hard dirt, and the chattering between travelers and friends.

Udo leaves you at the southern gate, where a town guard stares at the big brown wolf nervously.

“You said you were looking for footwear, right? Wervik’s leather-worker is Yunin. Doubt she’ll have traveling gear your size, but give her a day and she’ll figure something out.

I doubt those phirin will keep for another week, so I’d either get them mashed up and stored or just sell ‘em. Try the apothecary or pester the traders at the market.

If you really need the coin, you could try the adventurer’s guild as well.”

You ask the older man what an adventurer is, and he replies with “a mercenary with a wanderlust problem or enough naivety to play hero.”

Claritia tells you they’re staying at an inn on the south-eastern side of town, near the stables. That inn is the more expensive one of two in town and used mostly by merchants, and she says you might want to look at the other one if you want a place to stay.

“We’ll be in town for a few days, then we’ll go to Silvercrest,” she tells you with a smile. She says you’re welcome to join them if you want to, though you don’t know what a Silvercrest is.

Lulette wishes her a nice trip, after which the half-fae stumbles and falls forward onto the ground.

They’re such good friends.


>

[ ] Find the leatherworker’s place.
[ ] Check out the market.
[ ] Go to the apothecary, ask about selling your fruits.
[ ] (Write-in?)

>>1005492
[ ] Go to the apothecary, ask about selling your fruits.
Udo said to!

>>1005492
>Go to the apothecary, ask about selling your fruits.

>>1005492
>Go to the apothecary, ask about selling your fruits.
Then we can see about the noble art of basket weaving.

>>1005492
I like these people. Maybe we should stick around.

>>1005513
We should

Otherwise, our poor autistic goat is gonna get eaten, a wolf isn't enough to protect her in this world.

>>1005492
>[ ] Go to the apothecary, ask about selling your fruits.

>>1005492
>Go to the apothecary, ask about selling your fruits.
>Try to make boots with vine

>>1005517
Our autistic goat is a big girl and can meander her way through any adversity!

>>1005641
But- But I just want adorable interaction with adventurers!

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Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEiEWJCpUAw

You start wandering through the town. Having spent the past two days in the wilderness makes being surrounded by so many people a little bit weird, though everyone gives you and your big brown wolf a wide berth. Oddly, Ashtia doesn’t seem to feel uncomfortable about being here.

Lulette isn’t visible, but if you strain your ears you can hear the light flitting of her wings.

You do your best to remember Udo’s directions. Straight through the town, past the chorus of excited voices from the market place, turn right, look up for a sign with the picture of a herb.

Ashtia sets herself down outside and you leave your bucket with her, then you open the door to a quaint little store and an innumerable array of smells; fresh, minty, peppery scents, sweet heady aromas, among many others. Shelves against the walls are lined with clay pots where little plants of all shapes and sizes grow.

You think you should’ve left your shovel outside, too.

>>1005690
>You think you should’ve left your shovel outside, too.

NEVER

>>1005690

Behind a wooden counter sits a balding and frail-looking man wearing small round spectacles. He looks up when you enter, smiling gently.

“Come in, come in. Welcome,” he says, his voice soft and croaky. “We haven’t met, have we? I am Adalphen Tatur. How may this humble apothecary help you, young lady?”

You tilt your head, thinking. “My name is Baphy. Will you give me things for these?” You say, holding up the vine of phirin fruits with your free hand.

He coughs off to the side twice, lightly. The old apothecary gets up from his seat and takes a closer look at the vine while adjusting his glasses.

“Phirin fruit? Good size, recently ripe. A good find, Miss Baphy,” he says, then looks to the side of the stall. “I do apologise, but please ask your friend to not touch that.”

Lulette appears out of the air floating near a very small but very carnivorous-looking plant slowly inching towards her outstretched hand. She flies onto your shoulders and hugs your forehead, pouting.

“Imp’s Bushjack is not very safe to play with, little lady. I wouldn’t want someone to get hurt in my store.”

Adalphen Tatur tells you he can buy your phirin fruits for one silver and six copper each. He tells you each silver coin is twelve copper when you ask, and he guesses that a pair of good travelling boots would be around twenty-four silver.

You walk outside and come back with the little bottle of clear liquid, and the old man laughs.

“You might get more than the cost for the solvent for what the glass is worth, Miss Baphy. I won’t buy the vial, but I can pay eight silver for the solvent.”


>

[ ] What do you sell?
[ ] Anything else you might want from an apothecary? (You can ask, but let’s be honest Baphy is poverty)
[ ] Lulette?

>>1005699

(The dubs are right, I'm sorry. That line is completely out of character.)

>>1005700
[ ] Lulette?

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(You have nine phirin fruits on the vine. Here's a character sheet. Which I'll eventually stuff on pastebin. Then again posting here is good for archive anyway.)

Baphy
Young appearance (15yrs equiv). Short, white-beige hair. Short stature, dainty. Pale skin. Light yellow-brown eyes, rectangular pupils.

Bored Goatgirl
Friend Of Wolves And Big Green Lions
Local Singing Sensation

Traits - Character
Autistic 4
Goat 2

Traits - Skills
Digging, Shovel 2
Druidic Lore 1
Spirit-Singing 1

Knowledge
Phirin Fruits: Baphy knows how to use phirin fruit paste in bandages, as a mild painkiller and to help close wounds.

Items
Iron Shovel (Rusty)
Iron Bucket (Rusty)

Enchanted Clothing (Set Bonus: Cute +1)
(Auto-Repairing: Minor damage is repaired over four days)
Long Sleeved Jumper Thing (Worn) (Fluffy)
Height-Mismatched Socks (Worn) (Damaged)

Vine of 9 Ripe Phirin Fruits (Worn)

Melfam’s Solvent (Carried In Bucket)
Palm-Sized Metal Box (Carried in Bucket)
Small Rock (Shiny) (Inside Box)
Figurine Of A Female Elven Fighter (Lacquered) (Inside Box)

Abilities
Last Rites (Passive/Automatic)
???

Wild Empathy (Passive)
Baphy can vaguely feel the emotions of animals around her. When acting with or against animals, she gains a +10 bonus to her rolls.

>>1005700
If we sell 6 fruits and the solvent we'll have 17 silver, and if we sell the glass to a more appropriate shop for somewhere around 8 silver, we'll have enough for a decent pair of boots with 3 fruits leftover, perhaps less if we can't get as much as he suggests for the glass vial.

>>1005717
>>1005743
Have the smart(er) fairygirl do the math for us

>>1005700
Sell all the fruits and liquid.

>>1005752
This is a thing maybe.

>>1005752
If she's a high functioning autist, it's perfectly possible that she's bizarrely apt with numbers despite being a general space cadet otherwise.

>>1005773
True.

(Baphy should be fine with numbers.

The Lulette option is more just me thinking about what the fairy would do if prompted/asked if she wants anything. I guess it's a mystery box.)

>>1005700
> keep two fruits in case you skin graze your knee
> keep the solvent in case you skin graze your face too
> haggle for two silvers per remaining fruit
> say we will throw in the rock for free
This guys a dick

>>1005787
(I don't think Baphy considers haggling, or understands the point of it.

I think she'd only haggle if a price doesn't make sense to her, but then it's not so much haggling as it is correcting reality.)

>

So keeping a few fruits is a thing. Then there's whether or not to sell the solvent.
Needs some votes for:

[ ] Keep 2 phirin fruits
[ ] Keep 3 phirin fruits

[ ] Sell solvent
[ ] Keep solvent

[ ] Ask Lulette
[ ] Don't poke the fairy

>>1005818
>Keep 3 fruits
>Sell solvent
>Don't poke the fairy

>>1005818
>Keep 3 fruits

>Keep solvent

>Don't poke the fairy

>>1005818
>2 fruit
> keep solvent, it might save someone's life
> ask fairy
> ask how much for shiny rock

>>1005818
[ ] Keep 3 phirin fruits
[ ] Sell solvent
[ ] Ask Lulette
> ask how much for shiny rock

>>1005818
>2 fruit
> keep solvent
> ask fairy
> ask how much for shiny rock

>>1005818
>[X] Keep 2 phirin: fruits just in case
>[X] Keep solvent: it may come in handy later
>[X] Ask Lulette: it's only polite

>>1005818

>Keep 2 fruits
>Sell solvent

Also dont sell the glass

We may want to keep a little bit of the solvent as well.

>>1005824
>>1005825
>>1005826
>>1005828
>>1005835
>>1005837
>>1005847

3 Fruits XXX
2 Fruits XXXX
Sell Solvent YNNYNNY
Poke Lulette NNYYYY

I think.

>>1005859

Can we sell half the solvent?

>>1005863

(... Ehh, I guess you can? Do you guys want to do that?)

>>1005868

Actually i'll just switch to keeping the solvent, this dude is trying to jew us out of a few silver anyway

>>1005871
We're a goat, we don't have a concept of shekels.

>>1005876

He said we understand numbers so we know 10 is bigger than 8

>>1005879
True, but do we actually care about the money all that much? Again, happy-go-lucky autistic goat.

>>1005885
We care about shoes

>>1005895
Touche.

I just caught up and am pretty excited about this quest. Goat girls are always great!

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>>1005910
Yes. Yes they are.

You think the phirin fruits can be useful, though you might need some bandages or spare cloth to use them. They also smell nice and minty.

The solvent thing you’re not really sure. It sounds like it can do lots of things though, so maybe you should just keep it. So you do.

You walk outside and come back to show Adalphen Tatur your shiny rock. He tells you it’s a shiny rock.

The old apothecary takes a small curved knife from a drawer and starts taking the phirin fruits, leaving two of them for you. You ask him whether someone would give you things for the vine.

“It can be used as rope, but phirin vine isn’t very strong,” he says. “You also don’t have very much, so I wouldn’t expect anybody to buy it.”

He hands you ten silver and six copper coins for seven of your phirin fruits. You actually don’t have anywhere to keep them, so he gives you them in a little cloth bag.

You glance up at the fairy sitting on your shoulders, wondering what she thinks. She looks at you, nuzzling her face into your hair, then grins wide. “Lulette wants to buy something too.”

She hops off and hovers in the air, pointing to the plant from earlier - you think he called it a Bushjack?

Bushjack. Fun word.

“I want that!”

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>>1006031

Adalphen chuckles. “Imp’s Bushjack is not very common, little miss, and difficult to uproot without hurting it. It needs pure water as well, or it would get sick,” he explains.

“I can take care of a plant!” The fairy says while flitting around the little space there is in the shop.

The old man starts to speak, then stops to consider something. “Little miss, would you happen to have any dust?”

Lulette pauses in mid-air, then seemingly from nowhere takes out a little bag. It looks like a leaf that was tied up with its own stem, and smells sugary.

The apothecary thinks for a bit longer. “I may be able to arrange something.”

You leave the store with your phirin vine-scarf lighter. You place your bag of coins in your bucket along with a small ceramic watering can, which contains a bright blue stone embedded on the inside.

Lulette hovers in the air at your side, hugging a little clay pot with what is basically a flat, teethy green mouth on a stem growing out of it and looking very pleased with herself. You think it’s trying to eat her.

It does shrink down when Ashtia sniffs it, though.


>

You’ve traded 7 phirin fruits for 10s 6c, contained in a little cloth bag tied with string.
You have a Purifying Watering Can.
Lulette has gained an Imp’s Bushjack in a clay pot. It eats insects and may enjoy biting people.

[ ] Visit the marketplace. Do you have something to sell?
[ ] Visit the adventurer’s guild.
[ ] Visit the cheaper inn Claritia mentioned.
[ ] Other?

>>1006048
[ ] Visit the adventurer’s guild.
[ ] Visit the cheaper inn Claritia mentioned.

Maybe we could become an adventurer and join the nice people!

>>1006048

> Visit the adventurer’s guild.

Lets not forget about shoes though!

>>1006048
SHOES FIRST.

>>1006048
>Visit the marketplace. Do you have something to sell?
We still need to buy shoes of some quality, at least.

>>1006063
>>1006065
>>1006067
Oh shit, I forgot about shoes

(Mmm, actually it'd make more sense to go to the leather-worker for shoes wouldn't it. I guess I'll count the votes towards that?)

>>1006048
Voting whatever gets us closer to shoes

>>1006063

I'll switch to shoes first then adventurer's guild

>>1006048
>footwraps
>just sleep in the gutter like a proper goat autist who can't find a barn

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The holes in your socks won’t go away themselves, so you decide it’s time for shoes.

Actually, they will go away. After a few days. You still need shoes.

The apothecary said good boots would be around twenty-four silver, but you could settle for something simpler.

You’ve just had your socks this entire time, after all. Do goats need traveling boots?

Lulette and her new plant disappear again while you try to remember where Udo said the leather-worker was.

You pass through the marketplace, and notice there’s a man standing on a wooden raised platform thing and shouting. There’s two others next to him that look like guards, though with metal armor instead of the leather stuff the other town guards were wearing.

“Residents of the town of Wervik! The bounty on the criminal the Witch Of Crows has been increased,” he shouts over the noise of the market, waving a piece of paper in the air. “Soldiers and mercenaries are strongly encouraged to visit the adventurer’s guild for details!“

Mmm. Is that the kind of stuff you’d do at the adventurer’s guild?

The people in the marketplace don’t seem to like him for some reason. Some of them look kinda angry.

The yelling man says something about how the people of Silvercrest are obligated to something something, losing your attention completely.

>>1006297

Meandering about eventually takes you to an outfitter’s store, where a man greets you at the entrance and directs you to a round and lively woman who calls herself Yunin.

You express your need for footwear, which she agrees with quickly with a glance to your feet, and also remember to say you only have 10 silver.

“Not a whole lot to work with, huh. Let’s see...” Yunin walks out of sight behind a doorway, and you hear things being shuffled around. She brings out two pairs of low boots, one that’s made of cloth and the other leather. The second one looks very worn.

“These ones are very simple, and I’ll give ‘em to you for three silver,” she says, tapping the cloth ones. You don’t think those ones will last very long if you go walking in a forest again.

“These,” she says for the leather ones, “are a little old, but still tough. I’ll let you take ‘em for eight silver.”

You’re doing a lot of thinking today. This is new, and kinda tiring.


>

[ ] Cloth ones for three silver.
[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.

Afterwards

[ ] Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.
[ ] Hunting with Ashtia. Maybe you can convince someone to cook your catch for you.
[ ] Other?

It's about an hour or two before the sun starts setting.

>>1006303
> Old leather ones for eight silver.
Gotta make 'em last!
> Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.
If we're gonna become an adventurer, this is where we start!

>>1006303
>Old leather ones for eight silver
>Adventurer's guild. See if there's stuff you can do.

>>1006314

This

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That will be it for now. Thank you all for showing up and participating!

Here's some random ending music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lniFEJgRVu8
As always, tell me what you think, and what you want to see more of!

I'll take a short break and run again after a few days. You can keep track of me at https://twitter.com/boxofmithril, I usually announce a thread somewhere between 12-24 hours before starting.

I'm archiving this stuff at http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=GFQ, for anyone who misses the older threads.

And do remember to vote on that last choice, or I won't know where to start next time!

Also post goats. Wolves and fairies and little flytraps are fine too.
Also suggest a name that Lulette will give her Bushjack.

>>1006303
>Old leather ones for eight silver.
We aren't strong enough for big metal stompy boots anyway.

>Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.
Go find some adventurers to pester.

Oh, I should also note. The apothecary wasn't really trying to jip Baphy - when Macarius said the solvent costs about ten silver for that much, he was referring to buying price. If you sell to a merchant it'll almost always be below market price. Sorry if I was being unclear about that.

>>1006303
>Old leather ones for eight silver
>Adventurer's guild. See if there's stuff you can do.

>>1006303
>[X] Old leather ones for eight silver.
>[X] Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do. Lets see what the deal with that Witch is.

>>1006340
Thanks again for running!

I feel like this quest will be one of the known ones!

>>1006340
Thanks for running man! I've been really enjoying the quest so far!

>>1006303
[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.
[ ] Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.

>>1006340
Just caught up, OP. I love the atmosphere, and I love the music that you link alongside too. Didn't check out the first thread but I'm glad I caught up.

I wish things were a little more focused though. Still enjoying this a lot, thanks for running!

>>1006303
>[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.
>[ ] Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.
Time to hug fluffy monsters and bonk mean people

>>1005517
>a wolf isn't enough to protect her in this world.
But we don't just have a wolf.
We have a wolf, a faerie, a shovel and NATURE.

After we sell our fruit and get shoes, we should ask the apothecary for lessons in exchange for fetching more stuff for him.
Until we learn enough to be a traveling apothecary/druid.

>>1006303
>[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.
>[ ] Hunting with Ashtia. Maybe you can convince someone to cook your catch for you.
Maybe we can learn how to cook.

Baphy is an autistic druid/bard/gravedigger. She belongs in NATURE.
We don't need some dumb guild full of mean, loud people in a city filled with even more mean, loud people to go on adventures.

>>1006303
>Old leather boots
>Hunting with Ashtia

>>1006303
>[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.
>[ ] Hunting with Ashtia. Maybe you can convince someone to cook your catch for you.

>>1006303
>[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.
>[ ] Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.

I'm really glad I decided to give this quest a look. I just finished catching up and I gotta say this is really awesome. Baphy is just too cute!

This is pretty cute.

>>1006303
>[ ] Old leather ones for eight silver.
>[ ] Adventurer’s guild. See if there’s stuff you can do.

time for advenure!

Figure it doesn't hurt to announce here as well. Thread 3 will come up in about 12 hours!

Thanks for the kind words. The warm and fuzzy is real.